Jack's pov:
I opened my front door and stepped through, taking off my shoes and coat, before shutting it behind me.
It had been a long day at work. I was an art teacher at the local high school. Some of the younger kids kicking up a fuss. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get them to calm down. This had resulted in them knocking a pot of ink over. The picture of me and Katherine that I always kept at my art table was covered in the stuff.
"Katherine?" I called, hopeful that she would be home.
I missed her.
However, I was met with silence.
Sighing, I made my way to the sofa and collapsed onto the soft cushions. I lay there for a good few minutes before grabbing my sketchbook and charcoals.
I started to draw Katherine in Santa Fe.
Closing my eyes, I began to picture her face.
Her perfect face.
Her chocolate brown curls flowed perfectly down her back. Her laugh, infectious as it was rung in my ears.
I smiled a little at that.
My image was taking shape. Katherine's head was done, and some of the mountains of Santa Fe were behind her.
I grinned, happy with my work.
Katherine still wasn't home yet. I knew this wasn't unnatural. She wasn't due for another hour or two. But still, I hoped she would hurry up.
My eyes began to flutter, and my head began to fall back against the pillows. After a few minutes, I was fast asleep.
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Katherine's pov:
Once home, I went straight to our living room. My face broke into a smile at the sight of Jack's sleeping form.
He was so cute.
His cap was pulled over his eyes, keeping out the light. His hands were neatly folded over his chest, clasped together.
He loved his job so much, and I knew hard he worked.
I placed my bag down beside the couch and leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Jack's cheek.
He still wore his shirt and tie from work and even had the top button still done up. He must have been tired.
As carefully as I could, I lifted his legs up and sat down, resting his feet in my lap. Miracously, he didn't wake up and just continued snoring.
I grabbed the nearest book, 'Great expectations' by Charles Dickens, and began to read.
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A further twenty minutes passed before Jack started to wake up. He groaned and stretched out his arms before lifting his cap off his face.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," I smiled.
"Hey, princess," he placed his cap back on his head and rubbed his eyes, "What time is it?"
I looked at the clock.
"About four forty-five, sweetie. I need to get started on dinner. "
"Need any help?" He asked, yawning.
"No, I think I'll be fine," I replied, running a hand over his ankle.
"Okay. I've got some marking to do, " he said and leaned over for a kiss.
That's what I loved about Jack. Even in his tired state, even with hours of marking ahead of him, he was still prepared to lend a helping hand.
"I love you," I mumbled against his lips.
